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Communion

Do not rebuke ignorance before its time.
During her first hours,
the seed is unaware 
of the infinite power which calls her 
toward the sky.
She knows only the soil,
He is her only friend,
Her constant companion.

But soon she feels her mind expanding,
As her roots dive deep into the ground-
her first branches
reach out,
and break through the soil,
who has created a path for his sister.

The light beckons to her,
and she blossoms in its warm embrace.
The forest is overwhelmed by her beauty,
And she rules over them with a kind heart.

Though millennia have passed as seconds,
She has never forgotten her childhood friend,
Who, like a gentleman,
Opened the door to this world
That she has grown so fond of.
He knew of her beauty before she did.
He believed so much in what she could become,
That she could not help but believe in it herself.

And so each day the beauty of her soul is seen 
In the strength of her branches, 
in the innocence of her songs,
and in the lovingkindness of her heart.

All because he believed.





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An Observation, a Warning, and a Reconciled Bereavement

A student, a brilliant thinker.
Who sits in the woods and thinks.
Humming next to his ear
The beasts of insignificance fly.
Wasting time- surviving.
The annoyance in his eyes is invisible,
And still they scatter with one glance.

A worshiper, a lover of God.
His profession is praise,
Daily he is joy-filled.
Pricking the corners of his mind
Is a web of doubt-
Watch out!
Clean every crevice before the temple’s joy 
Is replaced with a suffocating,
Blanket of ash.

A sleeping man,
How tired is he from his life in the field.
Drifting away, slowly, slowly-
Carefully his eyelids take one last breath
And he sees, on the bridge of his nose,
Two eyes breathing back into his own.
A butterfly, she has made a temporary home 
On the face of our friend-
Waiting for her new wings to dry.
His eyes smile with the consent of his heart.
Wait for me, he whispers,
And together we will fly.

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Redemption

His arms outstretch the sky, 
And the wind slips through my wings as I fly,
With the Midnight Sun.

Cities Sparkle below, 
Man-made planets leaping to kiss the feet of God.
Plank-filled eyes 
Hide truth behind lies,
In the ignorant minds of our Suns and Daughters.

Reaching heights I was unaware existed.
My confidence thins with the altitude,
But these wings of faith remain strong, 
In the face of adversity.
Even at the table of our enemies,
We cannot fail.

We soar through the depths of Hell,
The midnight sunrise 
Bathing the stars of a dark land.
The sea reflects our light, Defiantly,
But every second makes it harder to fight
The blinding force of this Love-Storm we create.

Slowly, Slowly
She begins to absorb rather than reflect.
Light overcomes.
And the darkness is recreated.
Transformed into a beacon of light to her lost sisters, 
Who have floated in false content.

The light ripples outward, 
An incandescent tidal wave of Love,
A Baptism out of which Hope is born.
 
His arms outstretch the sky,
And the wind slips through her wings as we fly,
With the Midnight Sun.





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Rules and Balance and the In-Betweens

Define regularity.
Yes, thank you.
Regularity- that which is seen. But only in daylight. 
When the lights go out 
Rules follow quickly after, tripping
 On heels belonging to legs
Owned by logic.
Structure-
Though craved will not be sought.
The masses are dead, though some are only dying
Those babes sleeping in cradles of doubt
Hanging on in a short and silent time.

For that which cannot be bought.
Was once treasured but now forgot.

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An 8 Year-Old's Prophecy

Waters rushing by
The mist in it clears my sight
       I feel the current.

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Journey

There is a frost crawling up the legs of my chair,
But the ink in my pen disregards the frigid air.
Closing her eyes and thinking warm thoughts,
Writing prayers that will comfort and open our hearts.

Ice reaches the paper,
My words turn to white.
My hands cannot move,
But my pen can still write.

Carving through the cold ice of hate,
The pen continues her journey,
A quest to fight fate.

For the fate we sought before-
Was merely a reflection,
Of what frightened us most
A combined recollection,
Of fear.

So my pen stumbles forward,
With a heart that still beats
Humbles herself,
 And kisses his feet.
And he sends forth his word, and his word melts the snow,
With the warmth of his breath,
Ink once again flows.

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Glancing Out

Glancing out, the mountains call
Sweet freedom is my friend.
She beckons and I hear her call,
Whose acquaintance has no end.
Toes are itching, bouncing,
But contained inside these shoes-
Such great parts long to hear
Poems amidst the truth. 
But also- yes, there is a wait,
The ticking, tocking sounds.
The metronomes of little frogs
Keeping time with freedom’s song. 
Like snoring, they are only heard
By those they keep awake-
For the ones who hear the little frogs 
Know what’s behind the gate. 
Yes- I can hear the song of freedom sung,
But should I wait to hear the frogs,
Life truly has begun.
So here thanksgiving rules
And here I will await- 
As the freedom I still long to see
Will remain behind the gate.
For it belongs, and I in it, to the giver, not the child;
And in the gift, I will choose to walk within the wild.

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Song of the Vineyard

We once little in perfect peace,
Your vineyard on a hill.
Existing together you made us free,
A Father’s perfect will.

One day a curious thought crept in,
A foolish notion of strength.
A little idea whose conception was sin,
Gave birth to the wider array.

Soon we were suffocating,
Inhaling a blanket of ash.
A whirlwind of doubt constantly grating,
The thought becoming a mass.

We looked around and realized,
You were no longer here.
Our guilty hearts revitalized,
Controlling us with fear.

Without color and without light,
Only the blind will see.
White is black and black is white,
A dissonant harmony.

Like Babel we rose and fell,
A nation on its knees,
We were scattered beyond the well,
Along the distant seas.

Lessons learned are food for thought,
The past an open book.
Could we've with patience ever sought,
That which corruption took?

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Communion Ii

A companion with whom to watch the stars
Except this companion made the stars.
Sometimes we talk,
Sometimes we are silent,
And it is all called beautiful.
Intimacy is required to commune without conversation.
Mine is a needy soul patiently waiting
Thankful for silence, 
And rejoicing in understanding,
Which is given so fully to the pure.

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Little Steps

Burning ears
And thumping lungs-
The fleeting hope of Ladder rungs
Stretching 'cross the dawning sky.

Life is found in Light of day
While comfort Lingers in the clay
Where to go?
Where am I from?
O, the majesty of Ladder rungs.